" A breath of fresh vibes"
ALARIC'S POV
It was the kind of quiet that almost made me suspicious. The kind of quiet that said: someone is either plotting murder or has fallen asleep with their boots on again. Given our household, either was equally possible. Elias sat across from me in the Eastern Chamber, perched with that effortless grace he claimed not to have. He was curled into the arm of the chair, a book open on his lap, firelight gilding his hair. Every so often, his lips moved faintly, reading without realizing it, and the small crease between his brows deepened when he stumbled over an archaic word. I pretended not to notice. Watching him like this was… dangerous. It made the thought of council meetings, politics, and the impending storm of responsibility seem like background noise compared to the soft rustle of a page turning.
Of course, the universe is never one to let me indulge in peace, chose that exact moment for the chamber doors to fly open.
